Sunday, July 8, 2012

Love Poems Are Horrible

His Youth Is In The Past

The Raven has arrived.
All day long he sings,
Show tunes, through
Color-coded shades of pink.

Enter the yellow Dove,
Singing one octave up,
“Arms open wide.”
She sits among the lone lilies.

Being an Autumn Lily,
His glad days have gone to seed.
She knows, he shows
How to admire the birds flying above.

Exit the Lily,
Bearing a golden band set with shinny stones.
The Raven wails through
Deepening layers of syncopated love.

Off flies the yellow Dove.

---William James, May 11, 2001

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